THE MIRROR IMAGE
I stare into the mirror.
Staring at what looks like me,
But isn't.
That's not my reflection.
It's the appearance I thought I hid.
It's the screaming I hear
Inside my head.
It appears in the mirror.
An apparition of the past.
The thoughts I feel
Became physical,
No longer mental
My eyes stared back at me
That sad, lonely face appeared
And for an instant I saw my strength.
The strength I thought I lost
A once strong person on the outside,
Becomes how she feels on the inside.
Lost, but with a glint of hope.
Barely there, tiny in size,
But nevertheless
The strength I need,
To move away from the mirror image.
By Ambrose Taylor
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